Jessica's P.O.V
The reason was because of a call.
My father answered the call from the contact labled Steph. I knew that voice. It was my wicked, twisted mother.
The reason she was so twisted was because of her hateful parents. She was raised in a home that had pure hatred towards all lgbtqia people. The reason for that was her church. The pastor was a hateful man. He hated all of the people like me. I was a female, but all I wanted was love. I wanted to be a male. I wasn't straight, either. I was about as straight as a road on a mountain's curves. I was a raging pansexual who everyone hated. By everyone, I mean EVERYONE. Even my grandparents hate me! I only loved one person. My father. He supported my descision to be emo. He even said that when I turned 15, he would give me permission to use testostorone injections to be male. My mother left the day I got my hair dyed. I remember how excited I was. I was finally going to get my black hair with blue streaks. YES! Until that night. My mother and father were fighting, as usual. But tonight, I could clearly hear what they said.
"You let her buy all-black clothes. Isn't that enough? She just made herself look more like an emo freak than before. It's all your fault, James." my mother said. I was sitting, crying because my mother had just called me a freak earlier that day. That did me in. I took out the knife I kept under my bed and cut my arm once before tucking my head under my arms and cried more.
"No! She loves it! It was a reward. You told her yourself!" my father retorted.
"If you let her keep being ugly, then I'll just leave!" my mother screamed before slamming the door.
My father looked at me blankly before I heard a knock at my door.
"Do you want me to answer it?" I asked. My father nodded.
What happened next was heartbreaking.
"YOU ARE A DEADMAN, JAMES MICHEAL! I PARALYZED YOU BEFORE, BUT YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING NOW!" my mother screamed. Before I could do anything, my father was lying dead, as was my mother.
All I remember after that was pain then temporary darkness.
When I woke up, I was in a locked room with no windows. I hoped it was all a dream. But it was too real. It was reality
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Adopted By Gerard Way
Fiksi PenggemarSOOOOO MANY TRIGGRRS IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!!!! 15 year old Jessica was left by her mother. Her father was her only family besides her grandfather, who hated her for the fact that she listened to "unpure" music, dyed her hair black, and wanted nothin...
